The Human Seasons: Elements At War and Peace, Part I

1. The summer's thunderings gather in brooding, heavy clouds Soundless masses with shuddering voices Calling through the untamed sky Shaking above the meeker Earth, Pillars of rain, shot through with flashings in their depths, Electric fires running through the close, wet darkness - The thunderings assemble to make their pronouncements, In booms and growlings cast down through the winds To tongue-lash an unruly world with elemental admonishments, Bearing reminders of old forces that never die, Waiting and spreading through their vast spaces, Breeding strength, coalescing. Between the group of walls they live in, He and she circle 'round, Eyes seldom meeting, Casting flashes of hurt when they do. They hold within their aching hearts Black shards of anger born of their quarrel, As acid thoughts brew with the thunder's boil around them As it walks with its giant's tread above the roof, Growling its mindless sentiments In tones that set the windowpanes ashiver, Bitterness tends to the feeding of itself, Savoring the cold fare Of unforgiven words and thoughts both spoken and silent While this summer squall of tattered love rises to rage And ends in their dark unease, The slow burn of anger between them Has settled to a smoking grey ash gradually piling up in their sombre souls As the sky above flares through the rushing sheets of clouds The wind tearing by, laughing madly.